Chapter 92: Enlightenment Through Painting

  "What way to live?" Huangfu Ming's eyes were dull and he glanced at Wuyuan Sanren without moving.

  In his view, the so-called path of life was just a foolish fantasy of the Five Elements scattered people. The terrifying existence in the Magic Stele would absolutely kill everyone left after absorbing these souls and then extract their souls.

  "Do you still remember that senior who smashed through the city wall?" Wu Yuan Sanren asked with a flickering gaze.

  Huangfu Ming heard this and his body shook. His lifeless eyes regained their luster once again.

  "That senior... Ah! With that senior's cultivation, he definitely won't sit and wait for death. If we find him, who knows, we might really be able to escape this dead land..." No one wants to die, Huangfu Ming is no exception. After discovering this path to life, he immediately sat up with his legs crossed and began to recover."

  Only when strength is restored can we seek a way out.

  "However, I think that senior is not easy to get along with either. And for the two of us to find him, it's like adding difficulty to an already difficult task." Wu Yuan San Ren said calmly.

  It's unrealistic to find him with the cultivation of a stone man and the divine consciousness. The two can only search for him bit by bit like ordinary people. However, in this situation, there are countless dangers, not to mention the dangers within the city of death. Even if they found the stone man, he might not save them, and might even kill them on a whim.

  "As long as there is a glimmer of life, I will not give up. I think Wu Yuan senior was the same way..."

  "This is natural." Wu Yuan San Ren said "Alright, you recover your cultivation first, I'll try to find out if there are any other Daoist friends nearby."

  Wu Yuan San Ren closed his eyes, and his divine consciousness spread out like ripples on water...

  .......

  The city of false death is divided into outer domains, inner cities, and core areas.

  The outer domain is the largest, with the inner city wall as its base, extending to the endless depths of nothingness. In the outer domain, there are countless tombs and demons roaming about, it's a genuine ghost land, ordinary cultivators, if they don't have someone guiding them, will absolutely not survive for even an hour.

  The inner city is much smaller than the outer domain. From above, the inner city is a huge circle surrounded by dark city walls on all sides, with streets and stone houses densely packed inside, just like an ordinary city in the mortal world.

  The core of the dead city, however, only has a range of several hundred meters, and its separation from the inner city is not as obvious as that of the outer domain. There are no city walls or signs. The only way to distinguish it is by the dark gray bricks on the ground. Unlike the inner city, the core of the dead city has a deep black ground.

  Deep black bricks.

  As soon as Ding Yan walked into this area, he clearly felt a chill and eerie aura seeping into his body through the soles of his feet. Even with his cultivation, he couldn't help but shiver. Looking up, the momentum emanating from the magic stele grew stronger, with ghostly markings flashing on its surface as if trying to suck away his soul.

  "Concentrate and calm your mind." Ding spoke quietly and operated his heart method, suppressing the unusual movements in his body.

  "Brat, hand over the Three Souls Sword Qi! I swear on my demonic oath that I won't kill you!"

  Ding Yan had just suppressed the strange movement in his body when he felt a terrifying aura closing in on him. Without hesitation, he opened up the Cloud Stride once again and shot towards the Demon Stele.

  Xue Dao Ren was about to go crazy, he couldn't think that such a nameless junior had grasped the Dao technique level of footsteps. He raised his head to look at the Magic Stele, and a hint of fear flashed in Xue Dao Ren's eyes. As he continued to delve deeper, he clearly felt that the aura on the Magic Stele was getting stronger and stronger, and even in the depths of his soul, he heard a calling voice...

  "What is this demon tablet summoning?!" Suppressing his fear, the Blood Path cultivator's movements reached their peak as he chased after Ding Yan.

  Three souls of sword energy, his momentum is bound to succeed.

  Having reached this realm, ordinary treasures were already hard to attract him, only by obtaining the Three Soul Sword Qi left behind by Huangquan Old Immortal could his cultivation be further advanced.

  As he walked, Ding Yan only felt the aura around him getting colder and colder, with evil spirits constantly seeping into his body. Even with the miraculous power of the Qiankun Dao Jing, it was starting to be unable to suppress that aura. In his body, yin and yang appeared disordered for the first time.

  Feeling the aura of death approaching, Ding Yan reached into his sleeve and pulled out a painting scroll.

  The painting scroll was obtained by Ding Yan in the Wheel of Reincarnation, which contains a hint of Huang Quan's old immortal's insight into the Tao, and may be able to withstand this eerie aura.

  After the yuan force was injected into the painting, the unnamed painting unfolded itself and surrounded Ding Yan, forming a breath that protected him. In the protection of the painting, Ding Yan felt that the aura of the magic stele had weakened a lot, although it still existed, but it could already be suppressed.

  "Kid, don't move anymore. If you take another step, this stone monument will definitely kill you! I swear on my soul that as long as you leave behind the Three Souls Sword Qi, I won't kill you..." The voice of the Blood Path person came again from behind.

  Ding Yan coldly smiled and didn't stop.

  He had cultivated for thousands of years in his past life and was extremely familiar with demonic cultivation.

  What is magic?

  Cold, cunning, evil, cruel...

  Demons are the gathering of negative forces, and demon cultivation is no exception. In Ding Yan's cognition, demon cultivators are extremely cunning and have a twisted nature. The words they speak cannot be trusted at all; otherwise, the consequences will be worse than death.

  However, the number of Mo Xiu is extremely small, and many people may not meet one in their lifetime.

  Those ordinary, unrestrained and self-willed cultivators who only follow their hearts are not considered evil, at most they can be considered as heretics. Heretics and evil cultivators are two different existences, because in the former's heart, there are still constraints and bottom lines, whereas evil cultivators are different, every one of them has a twisted soul, they even dare to kill their own parents, wives and children, and their actions are completely unscrupulous, often involving innocent people and harming living beings for some trivial matters.

  Under the protection of the painting scroll, I finally walked out of this street.

  At the end of the street, there was a gloomy square with dark gray stone bricks on the ground, which sparkled faintly, as if souls were jumping around. In the center of the square, there was an altar, and that huge terrifying demon stele stood on top of the altar.

  Walking here, the gloomy atmosphere almost condensed into a substance.

  The moment I stepped into the square, a chill ran down my spine once again. This time, even the painting began to quiver and shake, as if it was about to tear apart at any moment.

  "Even the enlightenment paintings left by Lianjiu's scattered immortals couldn't withstand it..." Ding Yan's scalp felt a chill.

  He wanted to leave at this point, but feeling that demonic aura lingering behind him, he ultimately chose to walk into the square.

  The ground is even colder.

  With every step, Ding Yan seemed to hear a wail of a soul.

  Ding Yan tried to destroy the black bricks on the ground, but what shocked him was that his full-strength blow couldn't leave a single mark on these black bricks. Their hardness was comparable to that of a scattered immortal's refined artifact.

  "Can't go on." Ting stopped in his tracks and didn't move forward.

  Behind him, the breath of the Blood Path people also stopped, and they did not pursue into this square.